Blame it on Boltzmann
0quinta-feira, maio 16, 2013 by Sanderson Moreira
Minds bound to a multitude of sensless speeches
Letters which took place of numbers and words
and sound like silence for some
and screams for many ones.
(... But all I hear is his voice and a machine working somewhere not so far from here...)
The only entropy I feel is inside my mind
The more he writes on the blackboard, the less I understand,
the less I see sense in staying here
Locked away,
Persisting in vain
Since it is not what I really planned for me
My mind ain't a pretty bird
supposed to be in jail
Kept from flying, kept from living
I want to know places
these equations would never let me go
I want to taste flavors
this bitterness keeps me from
I want to see colors
that can't be fit on this rude blackboard
I want a kind of freedom
no earthly thing could give to make me whole.
Sam
Category Física, planos, poemas, UERJ
